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In the hills of Carolina
Stands my Alma Mater fair
My beloved North Augusta
With whom no other can
compare.
*Twas there that teachers lent their
aid
To guide my climbing
steps,
And taught me how to drink the
cup
Of knowledge to its depths.
(*Repeat)
Chorus
Thy praise I sing to North
Augusta!
My love abides with thee.
You have my heart’s devotion,
And forever, my loyalty,
Thy praise I sing, North
Augusta.
My love abides with thee.
Soon the parting time will
come.
We must each go a different
way.
While in your walls you gave to
me
A gift I shall keep for aye.
*My heart is bound by memory’s
chain
Within each room and hall
Of my noble Alma Mater—
The fairest school of all.
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